Weakened Strength Poem by Kendell Cochrane

I traced the first initial
Of my sur
Through thick,
Weightless condensation,
Ankle height,
Created by multifarious,
Evanescent thoughts,
Cooled by the nights
Longing to know,
Me.

Gathered,
Now heavy,
drops of Unknowingness
Glide down the glass,
Soaking spots upon
the cedarwood threshold,
Like tears on sea green
cotton covers,
Both so forgiving,
Keepers of my
Inner most unspoken
Ramblings…

I can hear my heartbeat
As it travels through Aged,
and lightly dusted
Rifts in Mohagony hardwood,
Jamanji like in strength,
As it pounds in protest
Of the fictitious material
My mind occasionally
sends by obedient,
blood celled couriers,
As one's chest becomes,
Once again,
A caged battlefield
For seemingly insatiable emotions...